Dear Bacon – I don’t understand. I think I need help. You see. Every time I smile, my eyes crossed. I’ve tried holding my face straight. I’ve tried closing my eyes and opening them at the last minute. I’ve tried even holding my breath. Nothing works. This is the look I get every single time. What in the world am I doing wrong? Can you help? Signed Happy Cross Eyes.
Dear Happy Cross Eyes – You know my friend, sometimes life throws us twists and turns. It’s how we handle these mountains and curves that makes us who we are. Instead of dwelling on your look, embrace it my friend. Not everyone can look as happy as you. I would market that look – just think of your face and smile on coffee cups, calendars, posters – the possibilities are endless – and so is the money. Make it work my friend. And do me a favor when you hit it big – remember this little oinker that believed in YOU!
Dear Bacon – Do you need a kiss? Cause I’m here for YOU my sexy little piggy. When my human asked me what I wanted to be this year for Halloween, I knew. A kiss just for YOU. You help all of these people in the world and I want to help you. What do you say? You wanna dress up with me? Signed Chocolate Kisses
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Dear Chocolate Kisses – What can I say? That’s a proposition that I just can’t turn down. And why would I, right? So I tell you what I’m going to do. I’m going to get mommy to dress me up as a giant peanut butter cup … cause you know chocolate and peanut butter go together, right? I’ll keep you posted on my outfit okay. Until then, Happy Halloween..
Dear Bacon – There we were hanging out in the house having a great time while the humans were away. Yaki – he might have drunk too much. That brother of mine – he can’t hold his milk like he used to do in the old days. This is how the humans found us. Of course, they thought exactly what you are thinking, that I was dunking his head in the throne. Nah, I wouldn’t do that to Yaki. I was holding his ears back while he was throwing up. See, I’m the nice guy. Signed Teri and Yaki
Dear Teri and Yaki – I am shocked and somewhat astonished – perhaps even surprised. I will admit it. I did think you were baptizing him in the water. I was wrong for sure. That is very nice of you to help your brother out of a bad situation. I say bravo and well done. I think you may even get the big brother of the year award..
Dear Bacon – Aaww crappers! There I was sunning myself in the open air minding my own business. I must have fell asleep. I was so warm and content. Then when I woke up, I was stuck on a rock and was in a hard place. The water had went down and I literally was wobbling there. The only thing I could move were my feet and head. I wobbled forward. I wobbled backwards. Finally, I rocked enough that I fell into the water. Trust me – you don’t want to do this. Signed Wobbles
Dear Wobbles – oh my friend. I’m so glad you were finally able to wobble off that rock. I can just imagine how you would feel stuck there. And you are right – this pot belly does not want to be stuck on a rock and hard place. Take care my friends.
Dear Bacon – Why do humans want to dress us anipals up this time of the year? Can you answer that for me please. I mean I get it that they want to dress up, go door to door and have parties. But, why us anipals? Why do we have to get pulled in to their hysteria? Let us stay at home alone and do our thing. Cause what the humans don’t understand it that we will party our own way, am I right? Signed Ted in Disguise
Dear Ted in Disguise – AMEN! You said it perfectly. Yes I agree that the humans don’t understand that we will celebrate this Halloween holiday in our own right. Let them go out and do their thing – we will do our thing. Take for instance me. This little oinker has worked all month long on my 31 Days of Spook. By Halloween, I’m going to be exhausted and barely moving. When the humans go out for the night, I’m hitting the big bed, turning on the big television, setting the Select Comfort to around 65 and that’s where you will find me snoozing and snoring. Is it Halloween yet? Have fun on your night my friend. And let me tell you something – I think you are dressed up enough with those glasses. I love them!
Dear Bacon – I don’t understand. I think I need help. You see. Every time I smile, my eyes crossed. I’ve tried holding my face straight. I’ve tried closing my eyes and opening them at the last minute. I’ve tried even holding my breath. Nothing works. This is the look I get every single time. What in the world am I doing wrong? Can you help? Signed Happy Cross Eyes.
Dear Happy Cross Eyes – You know my friend, sometimes life throws us twists and turns. It’s how we handle these mountains and curves that makes us who we are. Instead of dwelling on your look, embrace it my friend. Not everyone can look as happy as you. I would market that look – just think of your face and smile on coffee cups, calendars, posters – the possibilities are endless – and so is the money. Make it work my friend. And do me a favor when you hit it big – remember this little oinker that believed in YOU!
Dear Bacon – Do you need a kiss? Cause I’m here for YOU my sexy little piggy. When my human asked me what I wanted to be this year for Halloween, I knew. A kiss just for YOU. You help all of these people in the world and I want to help you. What do you say? You wanna dress up with me? Signed Chocolate Kisses
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Dear Chocolate Kisses – What can I say? That’s a proposition that I just can’t turn down. And why would I, right? So I tell you what I’m going to do. I’m going to get mommy to dress me up as a giant peanut butter cup … cause you know chocolate and peanut butter go together, right? I’ll keep you posted on my outfit okay. Until then, Happy Halloween..
Dear Bacon – There we were hanging out in the house having a great time while the humans were away. Yaki – he might have drunk too much. That brother of mine – he can’t hold his milk like he used to do in the old days. This is how the humans found us. Of course, they thought exactly what you are thinking, that I was dunking his head in the throne. Nah, I wouldn’t do that to Yaki. I was holding his ears back while he was throwing up. See, I’m the nice guy. Signed Teri and Yaki
Dear Teri and Yaki – I am shocked and somewhat astonished – perhaps even surprised. I will admit it. I did think you were baptizing him in the water. I was wrong for sure. That is very nice of you to help your brother out of a bad situation. I say bravo and well done. I think you may even get the big brother of the year award..
Dear Bacon – Aaww crappers! There I was sunning myself in the open air minding my own business. I must have fell asleep. I was so warm and content. Then when I woke up, I was stuck on a rock and was in a hard place. The water had went down and I literally was wobbling there. The only thing I could move were my feet and head. I wobbled forward. I wobbled backwards. Finally, I rocked enough that I fell into the water. Trust me – you don’t want to do this. Signed Wobbles
Dear Wobbles – oh my friend. I’m so glad you were finally able to wobble off that rock. I can just imagine how you would feel stuck there. And you are right – this pot belly does not want to be stuck on a rock and hard place. Take care my friends.
Dear Bacon – Why do humans want to dress us anipals up this time of the year? Can you answer that for me please. I mean I get it that they want to dress up, go door to door and have parties. But, why us anipals? Why do we have to get pulled in to their hysteria? Let us stay at home alone and do our thing. Cause what the humans don’t understand it that we will party our own way, am I right? Signed Ted in Disguise
Dear Ted in Disguise – AMEN! You said it perfectly. Yes I agree that the humans don’t understand that we will celebrate this Halloween holiday in our own right. Let them go out and do their thing – we will do our thing. Take for instance me. This little oinker has worked all month long on my 31 Days of Spook. By Halloween, I’m going to be exhausted and barely moving. When the humans go out for the night, I’m hitting the big bed, turning on the big television, setting the Select Comfort to around 65 and that’s where you will find me snoozing and snoring. Is it Halloween yet? Have fun on your night my friend. And let me tell you something – I think you are dressed up enough with those glasses. I love them!
REMEMBER my friends – Dear Bacon can’t happen without YOU. Please keep sending your letters and pictures to my email address.
Oh my friends. Where does the time fly by so quickly? Can you believe it’s been FOUR years since my first posting on October 9, 2011? One of my biggest accomplishments in this time – is meeting all of you my wonderful and cherished blogville friends from all over the world! Your friendship means the world to this little oinker – it really does! And what a great thing that my blog anniversary comes in my favorite month – during my 31 Days of Spook.
So I know this post isn’t about hauntings or spooks, things that go bump in the night or squeals, but is about you – my friends. Thank YOU for all of your support, your friendship, your shoulders when I need them to cry on and for allowing me into your homes. YOU mean the world to this little piggy. Smooches!
One year ago, my little brother Houdini came to live with us here at the Hotel Thompson. At that time, he was a 12 week old Yorkshire Terrier. Snorts – we learned real quick that Terrier really means TERROR.
In this picture, he didn’t even weigh 1 pound yet. For the first six months that we had him, I didn’t even think he had legs because he got carried everywhere by mom or dad. Must have been the life, huh?
And he would fall asleep everywhere and anywhere. Mom said that because he was growing like the little weed he is.
He plays hard. He sleeps hard. We’ve come a long way in his first year. Clothes, birthday parties, groomers, play dates. And I have to admit that the little guy has grown on me. He is no longer just 1 pound. I’m happy to report that he goes between 5.5 to 6 pounds – depends on what he eats that day – snorts. For a poochie, he’s not bad. I can’t imagine life here at the Hotel Thompson without him.
Do you remember how he got his name Houdini?
Mom and dad put him in his crate in their bedroom and went to the pet store to pick up some supplies for him. When they came home, he had escaped out of his crate and was wondering around their bedroom. Mom said he was a cute little escape artist therefore Houdini stuck. Personally I don’t think mom shut his crate all the way.”
I leave you with his very first video that mommy made the day he came here. Enjoy my friends and let’s take the time to tell Houdini WELCOME and Happy Anniversary.
Dear Bacon, Going undercover these days is a hard job. I thought I would go inconcheeto. It seem to be working too. That is until I got hungry and ate my disguise. Drats. Busted again. You ever go undercover? Signed Inconcheeto
Dear Inconcheeto, I’m sorry. What was the question? I saw your disguise and immediately got the munchies. Snorts. Oh that’s right, do I ever go undercover? Sure. When I go to sleep in my toddle bed at night. Double snorts and rolls with laughter. Keep practicing my friend. You are looking good.
Dear Bacon, I’m a great hunter. I go out deer hunting with my master all of the time. I’m very determined and can smell a deer a mile away. Nothing slows me down ever as you can tell from this great picture of me. Signed Nose to the Ground
Dear Nose to the Ground, Perhaps – and this is just a mere suggestion – you might want to look up and around every once in a while. I’m just saying. You might see a little more of your “environment” when you do. Snorts – carry on.
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Dear Bacon? Really? My human finds me in this predicament. Does he help? Of course not. Oh no. The human has to snap a few pictures first before rescuing me. Really? What the kitty heavens is this world coming to? Signed Disgusted Kitty
Dear Disgusted Kitty, There is only one thing that I can say in this kind of situation – payback. I think some well placed fur balls in some slippers would be adequate. Happy pay back 🙂
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Dear Bacon, Okay ladies. Here I am. I’m giving away free kisses. Whatcha think pig? Can you beat this? Signed Stud
Dear Stud, That’s quite the costume you have there friend. Don’t you worry. I can get all the ladies I want and I don’t need a costume. All I need is this cute little snout and sexy pot belly. Beat that – snorts.
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Dear Bacon, I think I may need some help. I read how your dad looks at you with this hunger. I think my dad is doing the same thing with me. Can you help? Signed Spud
Dear Spud, Oh dear piggy heavens above. Okay my friend. First off, walk away from the ledge in which you stand and get to a safe place. I’m calling DDFS (Department of Dog and Family Services) right now. Be safe.
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Remember my friends – keep the letters and pictures coming so we can continue Dear Bacon issues.
You may be gone but you are not forgotten. I close my eyes and smile. I dream of you running without pain or illness through the daisies chasing butterflies and looking so beautiful. When I’m silent and still in my toddler bed with my Egyptian cotton sheet around me, I can almost hear your purrs in my ear – just like old times. You were my first kitty girlfriend – my sweet purr thing – my snugglebug and you always will be the love of my life ❤
I think of you now watching over all of us that are still here. You touched my life in so many ways. You showed us how to keep fighting for life and things you wanted. You showed us love beyond what we could ever imagine. I was privileged to have you in my life – your love was an added bonus that I will *NEVER* forget. You will always be part of my heart.
I pray for your mom and send her loads of hogs and snout kisses. May she find some peace and remember that we all are here for her in her time of need.
Oh my friends. Where does the time fly by so quickly? Can you believe it’s been THREE years since my first posting on October 9, 2011? One of my biggest accomplishments in this time – is meeting all of you my wonderful and cherished blogville friends from all over the world! Your friendship means the world to this little oinker – it really does! And what a great thing that my blog anniversary comes in my favorite month – during my 31 Days of Spook.
So I know this post isn’t about hauntings or spooks, things that go bump in the night or squeals, but is about you – my friends. Thank YOU for all of your support, your friendship, your shoulders when I need them to cry on and for allowing me into your homes. YOU mean the world to this little piggy. Smooches!
Happy Monday my friends!! I hope everyone had the bestest of time and if you were off yesterday – had a wonderful LONG weekend. If you read my blog Saturday, you read that it was International Bacon Day. A day all to me – happy piggy dance. Mom got up and fixed me piggy pancakes and we played for the longest time. We even snuggled on the sofa for a while watching television. I should have know something was up. Mom was happy like normal but it seemed like her and dad were talking in ‘code’. You know the one my friends. Lots of winks, nudges and spelling out words. What they don’t understand though is that I can spell some things. I knew that b.a.b.y. meant baby. Of course, I assumed they were talking about me or maybe Mouse Girl, the only girl purr thing here at the Hotel Thompson. Around noon, mom and dad said they were picking up Nana for a field trip. That’s not out of the ordinary. They go off at times to play. But you see my friend, this is where my day took a twist of a different kind.
Do you remember me telling you last week that mom’s biological baby clock was ticking like a TIME BOMB? Well, it exploded Saturday. See the evidence to the left? This is my new brother. Yep. I said new brother. May I please introduce to you Houdini who is a 12 week old Yorkshire Terrior. He’s full blooded – whatever that means. I mean, aren’t we *all* full blooded? But mommy and daddy says that means something and that he has papers. Shakes my piggy head. I don’t understand that part at all? I have papers. I used them to wizzle on sometimes – snorts. Not such a big deal to me. I still don’t get that. If you understand it, please explain it to me my friends okay.
I bet you are wondering how the little tyke got such a big name like Houdini aren’t you. Well, mom and dad are crating the little guy. And I say little and mean LITTLE. He doesn’t even weigh a pound yet. Shakes piggy head. Strange little fury guy. But anyway I digress. Mom and dad put him in his crate in their bedroom and went to the pet store to pick up some supplies for him. When they came home, he had escaped out of his crate and was wondering around their bedroom. Mom said he was a cute little escape artist therefore Houdini stuck. Personally I don’t think mom shut his crate all the way.
I’ve met the little guy as daddy calls him with love. He’s a lot of fun. I think when he gets bigger – snorts – he’ll be a great friend. Mommy says that ‘bigger’ means probably no more than 10 pounds. Can you imagine that? And trust me, he’s a tough guy. That’s what I ❤ about him. Well that he’s tough and that he chased Mouse Girl down the hall and under mom/dad’s bed yesterday – snorts. He may be small but he’s not afraid of anything. Maybe mom and dad should have named him Killer?
And he’s full of puppy spirit. He plays hard but he also sleeps hard. He fits right in here with all of us. Mom took this video of him being spunky. I hope you enjoy it my friends.
Oh and P.S. Daddy says that his roots may be from Yorkshire, England but he thinks he’s got some French in him too. Why do you ask? Because he likes to French kiss – snorts you have to be careful because he will give you some tongue with his puppy kisses.
Okay. Me and mom made a deal. After the weekly grocery shopping this morning, she is all mine. Finally! I get some quality one on one time with my mommy. I’m calling for lots of snuggles and hog kisses. So today, I’m going silent in my posting. Oh snap – I guess you can scratch that because I’ve already spoke – PLOL (piggy laughing out loud)
So for my “Silent Saturday” – snorts, I’m going to post two of my favorite pictures that dad has taken. Enjoy and I hope you enjoy them 🙂
Tis the season to be merry my friends! Today, we have a very special issue of Dear Bacon. I bet a lot of you know my special friend. He’s been hanging (literally) around my house since Thanksgiving. For those that don’t know him, I’ll tell you a little back ground.
The Elf on the Shelf: A Christmas Tradition came out in 2005 in a children’s book. The little Elf that comes with the book has a job between Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve. His main job is to watch over the household and report back to the North Pole nightly on if the people are naughty or nice. He comes back to the household by morning. There’s one important thing about the Elf. You don’t touch him as doing so will erase any Christmas magic that has been blessed upon him. Every morning that he comes back from the North Pole, people in the household find him in different places. But remember, it’s all magic!
So in honor of Christmas, we have the Thompson Elf – Don Juan – representing in the Dear Bacon issue. We hope you enjoy. XOXO – Bacon
Dear Don Juan,
You’re a fellow Elf. You know times are hard working for the fat guy. We work once a year. It’s hard to make a living like this. Sometimes we gotta do what we gotta do, right? Signed Elf Burglar
Dear Elf Burglar,
Step.away.from.the.pig. Don’t make me call the Elf Union. Elves do not steal in the houses that we are to watch over. Your special Christmas powers can be revoked with a snap of a finger. You know there are other jobs you can work while in the off season. I’ve heard Walmart is looking for door greeters. Or perhaps you can join a traveling circus during down times. Anything but stealing my fellow Elf.
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Dear Don Juan,
Last night, the humans they stayed up until the whee hours of the morning making cookies. I just thought I would make my mark. You like? Signed Droopy
Dear Droopy,
I like and I approve. This is what I’m talking about. Good little elves help out around the house not steal. Way to go my friend!
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Dear Don Juan,
I’ve read on Bacon’s blog that his human father likes to play Angry Birds. Well, I thought I would share this photo for you to take notes on future escapades. Enjoy my friend. Signed Angry Elf
Dear Angry Elf,
That’s what I’m talking about! Thanks for the idea. I definitely will pursue this one tonight.. perhaps 🙂
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Dear Don Juan,
When you have to go, you gotta go. The humans, they caught a picture of me in mid dunk. Thank goodness I was holding on and the humans didn’t see me in action. Signed Pepper Elf
Dear Pepper Elf,
Hey, you’re right. It’s nature. It’s part of life. At least you’re potty trained. Tis the season for magic in all forms.
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Dear Don Juan,
What? We get kind of bored at night staying up all by ourselves. Sometimes we get back from reporting in at the the North Pole early. We gotta do something in our spare time for just us. I met this chick named Frankie Stein from Monster High. Dude, she has some moves! Signed Pole Elf
Dear Pole Elf,
Oh dear. This can’t be good. Where did you get that money? And dear Lord, you’re sitting on baby food. There’s a baby in the house. Step away from the pole and tell Ms. Stein to put on some clothing. Shakes head.. I may need to investigate this further. Can you email me Ms. Stein’s telephone number? You know, for my paperwork.
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Dear Don Juan,
It’s just a little nick and tuck. What can I say? He was on the naughty list. I had to do something to snap him into reality that this is the Christmas season. Thoughts? Signed Barber Elf
Dear Barber Elf,
Are you insane?! We can’t do that. That poor fellow is going to be scared for life. Listen here you young Elf, report back to the North Pole ASAP. I’ve gotta get this taken care of with the humans. Where’s is that Easter bunny when you need him?
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Dear blogville, I hope you enjoyed this special of Dear Bacon – Elf on the Shelf. Remember, tonight is the big night. Make sure you’re extra good and leave out cookies. I’ve heard Santa likes chocolate chip and macadamia. Well, that’s what my human daddy tells me. XOXO – Bacon
Note: Pictures were sent in by friends of mom who emailed them to me with questions.
Miniature pot bellied pig and friends - Bacon, Houdini, Hemi and all of the Rock Clan with Journalist Rocky the Squirrel all out looking for adventures from the Hotel Thompson.
Dear Bacon – I don’t understand. I think I need help. You see. Every time I smile, my eyes crossed. I’ve tried holding my face straight. I’ve tried closing my eyes and opening them at the last minute. I’ve tried even holding my breath. Nothing works. This is the look I get every single time. What in the world am I doing wrong? Can you help? Signed Happy Cross Eyes.
first posting on October 9, 2011? One of my biggest accomplishments in this time – is meeting all of you my wonderful and cherished blogville friends from all over the world! Your friendship means the world to this little oinker – it really does! And what a great thing that my blog anniversary comes in my favorite month – during my 31 Days of Spook.
One year ago, my little brother Houdini came to live with us here at the Hotel Thompson. At that time, he was a 12 week old Yorkshire Terrier. Snorts – we learned real quick that Terrier really means TERROR.
Do you remember me telling you last week that mom’s biological baby clock was ticking like a TIME BOMB? Well, it exploded Saturday. See the evidence to the left? This is my new brother. Yep. I said new brother. May I please introduce to you Houdini who is a 12 week old Yorkshire Terrior. He’s full blooded – whatever that means. I mean, aren’t we *all* full blooded? But mommy and daddy says that means something and that he has papers. Shakes my piggy head. I don’t understand that part at all? I have papers. I used them to wizzle on sometimes – snorts. Not such a big deal to me. I still don’t get that. If you understand it, please explain it to me my friends okay.
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